oj? not just a simpson to me any longer

took a subway home i don't usually with (one of) the dyke(s) upstairs and hit a grocery store i don't usually. instead of aisles marked, oh, 1, 2, 3, and so on, they're named cutsy things like, 'bleecker, thompson, sullivan' after the streets around them. that's annoying. and not like there is a description underneath said signs, it's like a big secret what is down macdougal street, err, aisle. and unlike the roach-infested goodness of gristede's or the filth-and-funk-and-passing-the-savings-to-you fun of the food emporium (though they did just renovate...), you pay for the pleasure of walking around like a tourist at morton williams, at standard prices plus about 5 - 10%. not much, really, but just enough that you feel that kind of dirty you can't wash off when you get the register receipt. you know the feeling.

so to morton williams, a hail and hearty 'fuck you' to you. fuck you to your 'isn't that cute' scaled down versions of shopping cards for the kids with flags on them, because your already cramped supermarket needs more shit to clog up the aisles, and chimed up kids with implements used to ram into things is just the thing you're lacking. fuck you to your full-time sushi maker on staff who has the balls to charge more than the sit down places, and whom you insist on making wear 'traditional attire! worn by a genuine chef.' fuck you to the 'i'm on a break after her.' 'but your traffic light is on green.' 'that don't mean nothing. i'm. on. a. BREAK.' 'i only have a few THINGS.' '[mumbles.] you're charging $15?! [mumbles.] ma'am, i'm on a break after this one. i was supposed to be on a break before this one, but he only had a few THINGS.' nasty. nasty. nasty.

oh and as for the title, i think i've gotten off the 'i go both ways' viewpoint on oj with pulp or without. i used to think it was all good, now i think i'm going to have to go all froufrou and get pulp-less... one fewer thing to piss me off.